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Everyone give a round of applause for the pure redundancy of stupidity that he possesses, and I've never met someone who went above and beyond to feign ignorant to the past that he doesn't want to admit. I see a man who looks at all his collegiate trophies with fear in his eyes because of the ever growing gap on that bridge towards greatness.  That bridge doesn't contain simple steps like it did in college where your coaches gave you easy classes in order to keep the school APR up, imagine if you were trying to become a STEM major while becoming an All-American?  That is what trying to become the world champion in EAW is like, and you will never understand the kind of sacrifice it takes to be the very best here in the land of elite. Let's be honest, kid. You just don't have the heart or desire to ever make it in this company because in the face of adversity....you back down like a little bitch. 

This is the kind of match that makes legends, and you have the opportunity of a lifetime, so why are you flushing it down the toilet? You have the chance to take down a hot, rising star in front of his hometown fans right before the fight of his life with Dark Demon. Why don't you grow a sack and show that you actually care instead of feeding me canned lines?  At this rate, this isn't going to be a competitive match where you take me down and do a fireman's carry, because I'll wrestle you to the ground and give you a banana split. You don't think that I trained in amateur wrestling as well?

I'm sure that the only reason you compete in amateur wrestling was because you had homosexual tendencies and you were hiding these tendencies with an overtly display of machismo but I bet that while riding your opponent... you enjoyed giving them the oil check a little too much. In fact, I was taking a look at the newspaper headlines of your recent college meets and it looks like you were disqualified for too much oil checking. I better watch my ass when I come into Battleground because you look like the type of dumbass that oil checks and then smells his finger in order to get off. I told the fans that I'm going to fight for them and now I have to vanquish this perverted, finger-smelling, oil-checking, inbred looking hillbilly wrestler who comes from a University that everyone absolutely hates. 

Dreams don't come true and I had to learn that the hard way when I had my dreams taken away via a spike that stabbed me directly in my brain and now all I suffer from is from nightmares. I'm your nightmare, Lucas Johnston, and I'm here to make sure that I take away every dream you have of making a successful debut. This is going to be an absolute squash match, I'm going to make sure that you don't get a single bit of offense in. Dark Demon is going to watch this match in fear as he looks at your face and realizes that it could be very well himself, against this rejuvenated monster that has woken up.

See you on Monday, bitch.

SHOWDOWN PROM #3 By Any Means Necessary

JASON CAGE
[Ambition is an earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment. To be ambitious, you have to have a lot of one specific thing; heart. Within your heart, you are obligated to want or need something more than anything you’ve ever thought of before. To be ambitious, your focus needs to be on that one specific thing you plan to achieve and nothing else. If you become distracted in any way, shape, or form, you will lose that focus and you will lose the achievement you sought after. There’s only one way to stay focused enough to strive for that achievement - or whatever it may be - and that’s strength. Strength is key to anything you could ever desire in life. Without strength, well, you’re weak. Plain and simply put. Strength is what pushes you through all the obstacles and leads you straight to your trophy or your prize, so to speak.]


[One goal, one heart, infinite strength.]

*Pause footage*

We fade into a room. It's a control room. This control room has EAW Logos all over it big and small. Camera view shows the back of a black rotating chair with many small Television screens in the background. Hands can be shown toggling with the buttons. Soon we see the full shot of the control desk. The the screens go black. A slow golf clap starts. Then finally the black rotating chair turns around to show Rex McAllister. The mock clap stops

*flashes a smirk*

Rex McAllister: Well done Jason. Brrraaavvvoo. Your mental approach to this match, it's commendable. It is. So you believe that all those qualities will make you the inevitable #1 contender to Interwire Championship? Hmm? You believe your experience of being in EAW longer must mean you will attain certain victory. You believe that you have more desire, more heart, more everlasting strength….than everyone else combined in the battle royal? Really? Oh, I am not so sure about that Jason. You see Cage while everybody else has, myself included, had aspirations of becoming that next breakout star in EAW and yet you have went ahead and stated that we lack the focus to break through at this time. That our drive to succeed couldn't possibly match that of yours? Right?

*nods and then flashes sly grin*

Rex McAllister: If that's so Jason. Answer me this then Cage. Let's just say for a moment that all the other competitors in this battle royal, along with yours truly. Let's just say we might believe that about you too. Answer me this. How would you be able to fend off all nine of us? Hmm? All nine of us...we just decide to band together just to eliminate Jason Cage because we believed he was the biggest threat in the battle royal? Hmm? What would you do then? How long would you be able to last with all nine of us looking to eliminate you? All nine of the rest of us that believe someone else should get a shot at that EAW Interwire Championship? Hmm? What then Jason?

*serious*

Rex McAllister: Me? In my opinion there should be big target on you Jason Cage. You talked about the craftiness of a one Star Stann and how he was able to take your Elite Champion status away. A status you earned a few years back. Still trying to cling to that status. Or why else would you feel the need to remind everybody? In my opinion this is EAW’s elaborate way of saying “Sorry Jason. You had your shot(s). Now we need to throw some fresh new challengers at our Interwire Champion”. Or Jason let's consider this. Consider that if you do happen to make it to the end against me and still someone else, it could be one of the eliminated competitors, it could be Cameron herself. Consider that somebody might cheat out of spite? All just so you don't succeed. Hmm?

*glares towards the camera*

Rex McAllister: You see even though you make no foolish guarantees of victory. What you've done instead has seriously overplayed yourself while undermining the abilities and quality of the talent that will be in that ring with you on Showdown Jason. You speak of ambition being at the forefront of obtaining a goal, but you see ambition, it also has a dark, addictive side that’s rarely talked about. Something comparable to your obsession with becoming the next EAW Interwire Champion. The danger of what too much ambition can do. Well for one thing it can narrow the range of acceptable outcomes to the ridiculous, and then make anything less seem like utter failure. It’s irrational, but so are most forms of psychological addiction. You can’t break the spell merely by throwing logic at it. There’s not a graceful way to process a “loss”. Society generally only accepts the notion of “overly ambitious” when there’s a demonstrably large gap between perceived ability and desired outcome. In those cases, though, it’s much easier to shake off reaching for the stars and failing. That’s expected. But when the ambition is cranked up to the max due to prior accomplishments and success, it can easily provide only pressure and anxiety. When that’s the case, winning isn’t even nearly as sweet as the loss is bitter. When you expect to win, it’s merely a checked box if you do — after the initial rush of glory dies down. Over-dosing on ambition isn’t just an occupational hazard of sports. It goes for all walks of life. I’ve met many extremely accomplished people who’ve had the grave misfortune of reaching one too many of their goals, only to be saddled with an impossibly high baseline for success. It’s devoured their intrinsic motivation, leaving nothing but an increasingly impossible search for another fix of blow-it-out-the-park success. When that doesn’t happen, the withdrawal is serious bitch.

*chuckles*

Rex McAllister: (mockingly) But hey your former Elite Champion, a savy EAW ring veteran. So I am sure you already knew all this and have carefully thought about everything I have said all on your own. Hmm?

*laughs*

Rex McAllister: However, what you can count on Jason. Whether you make it to the end or be it that like I said everyone looks to eliminate you first. The ending? That doesn't change. That's the part where The Rex Master gets his hand held up high and is recognized in that moment as the new undisputed #1 contender for the EAW Interwire Championship. I may be a rookie in EAW but I can assure my time in the business before EAW has served me well. It has helped ME be just as ready for a match just like this as much as the next man. Ambition drives you Jason? For me? In my opinion it's the WILL. Let me ask you Jason. Every last one YOU? How about your respective wills? How strong is YOUR will? Your will to succeed, your will to win? The will to prepare, the will to push yourself further and higher and do it faster than EVERYBODY ELSE. In my opinion it's the WILL that controls the mind. In turn its the MIND that controls the BODY. If your will is not strong than you probably won't succeed, and you definitely will not win. Trust me I am somebody of who has walked over and through countless others by any means necessary, not worrying of the reprucussions, to get this far in my life. Believe that not for a single second of that match will I not look to get the upper hand in the battle royal. I'm more ruthless than I am dashing and on Showdown when I throw the last hapless blowhard over top it will be then that you all will finally realize what I am capable of. I am in EAW to succeed, to win, and win a lot. I'm one of those guys that won't look at second or third place as a moral victory. I'm the guy that is looking to etch his name into championship lore here in Elite Answers Wrestling. Try to stop me. See you on Showdown. Ta Ta for now LOSERS.

Dynasty Promo #3








The scene opens early this moring.  The sunrise is just peaking past the Beverly Hills skyline and through the windows of the home gym of the number one contender to the EAW National Elite Championship, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.  The room is silent except for the grunts of Michaels as he puts a little something extra into each set. 
 
(Michaels laying down on a bench, doing laying presses with a large barbell)
 
Michaels: "One... Two... Three... BEAT TIG!"
 
(Cut to Michaels with the same barbell doing squats)
 
Michael: "Four... Five... Six... BEAT TIG!"
 
(Cut to Michaels simitauniously lifting two large Dumb bells for bicep curls)
 
Michaels: "Seven... Eight... Nine..."
 
(Cut to Michaels on the floor with a large weight in his hands, exhausted, but still going with his abdominal crunches)
 
 
Michaels: "T... Ten."
 
(Michaels drops the weigh the was holding.  he's sore, and breathing heavy.  Suddenly the vibrating of his smartphone can be heard.  Michaels reaches over and sees that one of his followers has sent him a link to  Tig Kelly's latest interview. Michaels shakes his head in amazement of Tig's dismissal of Michaels as a competitor.)
 
Michaels: "Will you get a load of this fucking guy.  You know, it never ceases to amaze me, just how many of these jackasses I face tend to write me off.  Whether it's Angelo, or Regulator, or yes even Donny Diamond, every time I'm set to face them, they try to fool themselves into thinking that I'm not every single thing that I'm advertised to be.  But just look at the records, I beat Donny, and he's never beaten me.  I beat Angelo, and he's never beaten me.  I've beaten Regulator twice in Multi-man matches, and as for how I won, anybody, even you Tig, would have done the same thing if they were in the same position I was.  So if I were you, and thank god I'm not, I'd quit trying to play holier than thou, and start focusing on that Championship match we're having, because everyone who overlooks me, ends up staring at lights. 
 
And another thing, quit bragging about losing in the Elimination Chamber.  Yeah we all saw how you eliminated Carlos and Rhaegar, but maybe we'd all be a little more impressed if you had actually, you know, won.  And don't try and give me that (Mocking tone of voice) Well I came in at number two (Normal Voice) bull crap, because in case you forgot, the guy who won entered at number one!  See that's the ting with you Tig, you beat an over ratted, over hyped, asshole for the National Elite Championship, And what happened after that?  You became an over ratted, over hyped, asshole, but the difference between you and that other guy, is that you actually buy into your own press.  What, you thought you're in the main event of Dynasty because of your own skills?  Wake up buddy boy, you're only in the main event next week because of all my hard work.  So how about instead of complaining about who your opponent is, why don"t you be a little bit more grateful, and just say (speaking with a bad Irish accent) Oh thank ya Mister Michaels, for all giving me one last moment of glory before my career falls right off the cliffs of Dover boyo!  (resume normal voice) any time will do, hell you can say that when we step into the ring this Friday. 
 
 

So go ahead Tig, talk yourself up.  Try to convince yourself that you have what it takes to beat me In Fort Worth.  Try and imagine that you have enough heart, or balls, to pin the man who is sick and tired of being passed over time, and time again, while you get rewarded with World Title matches for beating push overs, and then saying that you got snubbed somehow!  But whatever you have to say, keep it short and sweet.  Because you and me both know that I'll be making you eat those words this Friday night by rescuing the National Elite Championship from yet another hard headed, Michaels' envy having, imbecilic, jackass, who thinks that he's just gonna walk all over me.  Well Tig, if that's what you think, than you've got another thing coming.


You've got to step in the ring with the most talented, and most popular athlete that EAW has ever seen.  you've got to face off against the Instagram icon, The Twitter Trendsetter, The HashTag Hero whose Followers have named him their Social Media Champion, because he is undoubted, the greatest professional wrestler who has ever lived! Past! Present! And Future!  The absolute Picture of Perfection, Mark Michaels.  Also known as the man who ended the ender, And unfortunately for you Tig, the only thing you can really do at this point is sit back, keep the belt warm, and Picture That, because that belt is coming home with me on January first!"


(Cut to a fast montage of clips of Michaels working out intensly.)


*Chinups


Michaels: "One! Beat Tig!"


*Running on a treadmill


Michaels: "Two! Beat Tig!"


*Michaels Doing overhead presses with a large barbell


Michaels: "Three! Beat Tig!"


*Michaels Doing Box Jumps

Michaels: "Four! Beat Tig!"


*Michaels doing Leg Presses


Michaels: Five! Beat Tig!


*Michaels doing chest flys


Michaels: "Six! Beat Tig!"


*Michaels doing dead lifts


Michaels: "Seven!Beat Tig!"


*Michaels doing lateral raises


Michaels: "Eight! Beat Tig!"


*Michaels doing rows

Michaels: "Nine! Beat Tig!"


*Michaels Hitting a heavy bag with a tremendous punch


Michaels: "Ten! BEAT TIG!"




WITH THAT THE SHOT FADES TO BLACK.

Battleground Promo #3




PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:










The Video opens on sunny day on Miami Beach.  It's here that we find Mark Michaels strolling along the shore dressed sharply in his Kenneth Cole blue jeans, a white Hugo Boss "Gerald" style dress shirt, his million dollar grin, and of course his Gucci brand gold rimmed aviators.


Michaels: "The sun, the sand, a warm breeze, and a cool drink.  Without a doubt, the Perfect way to spend the day after Christmas.  If you don't believe me, just ask the president of my social media team."


The camera quickly swings around to find T.J. Yoder dressed in one of Michaels' "Keep calm and stay perfect" T-Shirts.


T.J.: "What's Up Florida, me and Picture Perfect coming straight at ya!"


The camera turns back to Michaels.


Michaels: "Yes, Me and T.J. have been living it up for the past twenty four hours, and like the little guy he said himself yesterday, Who needs Santa when you've got Mark Michaels?  That's why he told me that all he really wanted for Christmas, was for me to beat his  father one, two , three, this Monday night on BattleGround.   So since this is the time of the year when we do what we can, for those of us who are less fortunate than ourselves, I see no other choice but to beat Trent Yoder to within an inch of his life.  Now that's not exactly a challenge, like at all, but when my number one follower in the whole wide world has a request for his Hashtag Hero, I make sure he gets what he wants.  Because what good is it for a boy to have a role model, when said role model can't live up to even the lowest of standards?  I wouldn't know, but Trent Yoder sure the hell would!  


That's why your son has chosen me over you Trent.  He sees that when I go out there in front of all my followers, that I can get the job done, and achieve that which i set my mind to.  Meanwhile every time you step between the ropes, you make a spectacle of yourself by getting your ass whipped from bell to bell.  B.T.W. that trend will continue this Monday in Winter Park, at that college for geeks who know they'll never make it as an actor or director, but can't give up on the dream so they study editing instead.  It's people like that who are going to become the Trent Yoder's  of tomorrow.  They're pathetic, little, worms who will never be able to achieve their goals, so they'll just stand on the sidelines moaning and bitching about those who can.  


Speaking of bitches, Hi Tig.  I'm sure you spent your holiday celebrating the traditional Irish way of laying down in a pile of you own vomit next to an empty bottle of Guinness, but I want you to know  I heard what you said about me being a joke, and that's okay because no one could ever give a crap about what you think.  But just know that everyone who's ever said i'm a joke, whether it's been Donny Diamond, or Regulator, or Angelo Brando, I've beaten them all.  And you might think I'm a joke now, but just keep in mind that he who laughs last, laughs best.   


And that goes double for you Trent.  I hope you bring your A-game to Battleground, your going to need it if you want to last more than three minutes, or so your wife says.  So get your bald headed, Michaels envy denying, redneck, white trash ass ready, because forty eight tiny little hours, you are facing off against the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Destiny of Dynasty, and the Brightest Burning Crossover start that the EAW will ever know.  The man with a social media army made up of millions, upon millions of followers the whole world 'round, that have made him their Social Media Champion! The man who's going to kick your ass one last time in 2015 before taking your son, and moving on to bigger and better things.  And there is absolute nothing you can do, except sit back, and Picture THAT!  (Sarcastically) Oh and have a happy new year"


With that the  video Fades To Black

 
 







Hell, even I can admit that shit’s rough around the edges, but I gave it a fun shot. I won’t pretend I like to write poems like dear Madison does. But that’s no shittier than the hot garbage she tries to pass off as poetry week in and week out. She’s still ultra original in comparison to any of the junk Raven spews from her mouth every week. But it hasn't helped either of them out this week.
 
Oh Raven, how you continue to do what you do as if it’s something new and original, or as if anyone really cares about what you have to say. We all get it, you’re almighty and powerful and you mean to spread chaos and change the division as we know it. The problem is you won’t be able to achieve even half of what you want to. You talk about your performance in the scramble like it means you’re better than anyone else here. Lumen Gray damn near won that thing, now we barely even see her around. She had double the pins you did. What’s it say that I stand here today, as the champion, with two wins over the person who did win that match? The way you use that match as a measuring stick, it must mean something pretty damn good. Maybe I didn’t perform up to your standards that day, but no one can say I didn’t put myself in as good a position as any to win that title in the end. The funny thing is, you’re the first person to try to bring that performance up as a passive way to belittle me. You know why that is? Because no one cares about what any of us did there besides not win. Haruna won, and I beat her. Twice! So get over it, and then get over your whole chaos thing. You truly are going to pull that lightweight bag of tricks behind you all the way to your demise, and it will be so glorious to see the way you fail. I’ll admit that one of my flaws around here is I am a little bit too nice. I make friends, all around. Even with so-called rivals. People are hating on Tarah, and I’m just like whatever. Eris stabs at me for no reason, it’s cool. Five minutes later she’ll think I’m cool again, but that a different story. But with you, there’s no being nice at all. It’s not because I think you’re trash, like you would say I’ve said before. You’re annoying, and not in a way that gets under the skin. Just in a way that makes you laugh, roll your eyes and leave it behind you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to beat you at the awards show, and then I’m just going to laugh and shake my head at you. And when we fight for the Specialists title, I’m going to do it again. You’re almost not even worth the time. I take you seriously as an opponent, and I prepare for you as hard as I would a Hall of Famer. But when you speak, it really does nothing for me. It has none of the desired effects you’d like it to have on me, nor any of your other opponents. And I can guarantee you of this. There isn’t a Vixen here that truly takes your words seriously. You’re all talk Raven. But talking has gotten you nowhere, and it won’t get you anywhere this weekend, either.
 
Maddie, I feel like we’ve barely even addressed each other this week. You are who you are, and that won’t change. Of course, unless it does. Remember when you were the nice, sweet, innocent girl? You changed because you thought it would bring you success. Well, look at how it did? I mean, I can’t blame you myself. They tried to make me be someone else when I showed up here. Iconomy? Seriously? JJ Silva has his head so far up his own ass that thing is destined to fail, no matter how they mix and match people in and out of it. He’ll never figure out he’s the weak link. No, not like I did. I made a change to be myself. Honestly, I can never tell if this you is really you, or if it was the old you. You’ve made it work this way, so why not let it ride for a while? You can take pleasure in one thing with me. You’re the only person I’ve ever let get under my skin here. When we fought in the opening match of the Empress of Elite tournament, I felt like I was the better fighter. You made me look like a rookie with a roll-up pin. It’s something I learned from. In a way, it was my launching point to where I am now. Maybe I should thank you for it. But the days of you being under my skin are long gone. You’re just a little bit too predictable with what you do. Don’t worry, not like Raven Lee predictable. But if you’ve faced Madison Kaline once, you pretty much know what to expect each and every time. And as long as you’re adaptable, you can find a way. Just like Tarah and I will during this awards show special. But it won’t just be finding a way to win. It will be finding the way to dominate a match that you’re in. You attacking Tarah was just so… you. And I can understand the bad blood there between you and her, y’all have fought some pretty serious battles together. But she’s got me fighting alongside her in this match, and that gives her the clear edge. You’ve got a pretender that’s got her heads stuck in the clouds. That just spells out your doom.
 
You two have done your talking this week and you think you’ve got it all figured out. But come Sunday, it will be just like I laid it out for you in that reimagining of a classic Christmas poem. There will be no celebration for the Conqueror of chaos and her short-timed gal pal ice queen when this match comes to a close. This only ends in one way, and that’s with me and Tarah Nova taking the win. Oh yeah, see you in a few weeks Raven. I hope you won’t be expecting anything different, though. It’s just going to be more of the same for you.

((OOC Note: This is the last promo for me this week. Heading to Las Vegas this afternoon and not getting back until Sunday night. Good luck to everyone this week!!))
 
 
A dashboard camera flips on and shows Cailin Dillon driving through the highways of east Texas, headed for New Orleans. She looks out at the distance between small towns where there’s nothing but farmland and smiles.
 
I love these sorts of drives. Most hate them. Most people probably think it’s boring. But what I see out there is decades of hard work to make a living. What I see is pure openness. When something is open like this land is, it’s innocent and vulnerable. In a way, it’s sort of like Haruna. She always has a way of leaving herself open and vulnerable to an attack from any and all directions. When I exposed your seven sins, I opened up a wound that you won’t soon close. The problem is, while you can admit them, they haven’t made you stronger at all. That’s been proven already. If those sins made you stronger, and you truly embraced them, then they wouldn’t be the same reason you have failed as a tag team partner. Notice I say as a tag team partner, and not as a tag team. Cloud Matsuda is a talented wrestler, and you two should have formed a strong, formidable tag team that could compete with anyone. But you didn’t do that. You, Haruna, chose to whine about the arrangement. You hated the name, you wanted to be just a singles competitor and you were being booked too much. Do you honestly think EAW didn’t want to give you a break the week we fought? You think they’re out to get you? This is how those sins still affect you. It’s still the woe-is-me style of Haruna who can’t get past her own self. You are your own greatest enemy. Yet you think this somehow makes you stronger, and you think you are able to gather all those sins together as a source of power. This is just false in so many ways. These sins are not the same kind of flaws you’d want to embrace. You’re trying to channel my own voice by going in that direction, I can sense that. But let me give you this advice: stick to writing your diaries and hope for the best. I toyed with writing in a diary once, and even I can admit that it’s not my style — it’s yours. So why do you think you can embrace the flaw of acting like a down on your luck loser, and that it would somehow make you a better fighter? You’re doing it wrong, hun. That’s not how this works, and you should know that. Your best opportunity in the last few months hasn’t been in singles action. What you should have embraced was Sexy Curry. What a great opportunity. With both of you at your best, and with you in the right mindset, I can’t imagine what you guys could accomplish. Embracing your sins doesn’t turn you into anyone else it just makes you worse. Flaws are not sins, you’ve confused the way this all works.
 
I don’t understand the love and honor you think you are fighting for. Maybe the honor part, but the love bits got me a little hazy. I’ve gotten to where I am today because of hard work. You remember how I was before. I was like that kid that doesn’t study because they think they’ll just get a good grade regardless. I wasn’t happy with just a passing grade, so I transformed myself into a bit of an overachiever. That’s why I’m where I’m at right now. It’s not about any evil spirits or anything magic. You talk about not needing evil to conquer your soul? You let your own emotions bury your soul in a deep pit of despair long ago. You seem to think you can waltz into Road to Redemption and just snatch the title right back. You still like the same gold obsessed, Gollum wannabe that I faced a few weeks ago. I always though you were different than that. I always though Haruna was truly stronger than all of this. When we first started to speak, and talk about your career here, you always spoke of your loss at Pain for Pride as if it defined whom you were. You let it define who you became. And even now, after you’ve tasted a championship reign and then lost it, that moment is what’s pull at your heartstrings and driving you. The truth is, I’m the one who doesn’t need the extra motivation to win. I’m coming into this match knowing exactly what I want to do, and that’s beat you again and start this title off on the right track. You might have been the first to hold it, but I can promise you I will be the one that gives this title what it deserves. But you still approach all of this as if someone out there is against you. You still speak of your detractors. You still think everyone wants you to lose every match, but you don’t realize these same people used to cheer your name and saw you as one of the best this Vixens division could offer. You don’t realize, Haruna, that you let everyone pass you by while you sat idly and didn’t make a noise. And once again, it all goes back to one loss. I always thought you were strong enough to kick that, but now I see your strength is dwelling on the past and being able to muster up enough words that you think you can strike intimidation or fear into me. I’m not sorry to say this, but the last person I’m scared of these days is you. There isn’t a single person up and down this division that is unbeatable, and I’ll admit that. But you are not someone I’m afraid of. I’m not scared that you might catch me off guard and beat me. I’m more than confident in the result this Sunday. I’m positive that nothing will change. No matter what type of match we have and no matter what the extra elements there are… even if this was just a regular one-on-one with no gimmicks, I’m going to beat you and I’m going to remain the Specialist champion. There’s no doubt in my mind about that.
 
We will always have a rivalry, but we never had to be considered enemies. That’s something that you wanted. For months now, you’ve been trying to develop ways to hate me, harboring new hatred for me that you developed from out of nothing. You will enter this match hungry and you will leave it starved. You will not be satisfied by the result of this match. It doesn’t matter how rough you think this match will be, I will outlast what ever you can throw at me. You’ve long developed these bullshit theories. You have told countless people there was a party waiting for me after the original for this title. You’re so full of crap it’s coming out of your ears. Quit fabricating these lies, Haruna. I don’t care what you think you saw. I didn’t plan anything, and I didn’t leave that match crying tears because I wasn’t a champion. I walked up the ramp disappointed, yes, but I wasn’t going to let something like that destroy me. I wouldn’t let it define me. I don’t let matches define me in a negative way like that. That’s just not my style, it’s yours. Had I won that night, I wouldn’t have even attended this faux party you speak of. I would have checked on Cloud, the girl you rammed neck first into the ramp. I would have checked on you, the girl who got electrocuted. I would have celebrated the match we all put together because it was freaking incredible. Can you even see that now? You’re so focused on trying to tell me I’m afraid of losing that I feel like you can’t. That all feels like ancient history now, the night you dug up every last ounce you had to win a title. And even after it, your attitude did not change.
 
Oh, and William Shakespeare never said that, smarty-pants. He actually said, “Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.” Still, I get what you’re saying, I really do. The funny thing is, I think your quote applies to you far more than it does to me. I really don’t expect too much of anything from you, because I know you can’t live up to the expectations that were once put in place for you. In the end, you’ll just let us down again. We were friends long before we were enemies, and that never had to change Haruna. But you wanted this to be something different. You wanted me to be something that sparks something inside of you. Even if you succeed in doing that, it won’t be enough. Come Sunday, my reign as the Specialist champion will live on, and you will go down to the back of the pack.
 
Cailin reaches to the dash and turns off the camera as the scene ends.

Dynasty Promo #3








We open on American Airline's flight 2404 traveling non-stop from Los Angeles International Airport to New Orleans Louisiana.  It's here in the first class section that we find T.J. Yoder wandering about.  


T.J.: "Mark?  Mark?"  


the young man calls as his head sweeps left to right until finally he finds The self proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.  


T.J.:"Hey Mark, I'm thirsty, can I get a soda?"  


Michaels (slightly annoyed): "What do I keep telling you?  When we're on Dynasty you can call me Mark, when we are not, please show some manners and call me Mister Michaels   


Says Michaels as he whips out his IPhone and begins to snap selfies.  


T.J.: "Mister Michaels, I'm really, really thirsty, can I please have a soda?"  


Michaels: "Yeah sure, I'll get you one." 


Michaels presses the call button for a flight attendant who promptly appears.


Flight Attendant: "Can I help you sir?"


Michaels: "Yes, can I get a soda for the kid?"


 
Flight Attendant: "Why yes sir."



Michaels: "Thank you, and while you're at it, can you make it a diet?  The kid could stand to lose a few pounds."


Flight Attendant: "Of course sir."


The flight attendant quickly goes to fetch the drink.


T.J.: "Hey Mar... Mister Michaels, My dad's suspension is over this week right?"


Michaels: "Yes, it is.  Why do you ask?"


T.J.: "Well it's been really fun hanging out with you, but it's been a really long time since I've seen my mom and dad, and I miss them, and I want to go back home."


Michaels: "T.J. we've been over this.  Your father is a lazy bum, who could never give you the teaching, or the life that I could.  Now if I thought that this two week suspension would have helped your father change his ways, maybe I could have go back home with him.  But as it stands, I have zero doubt in my mind that he's still an ugly, spiteful, envious, incompetent, coward who is as much of a failure as a father, as he is a wrestler.  And besides T.J., wouldn't like to be able to say that you had the best seat in the house when I won the number one contendership to the National Elite Championship?"


T.J.: "Well maybe, but how do you know you're gonna win?"


Michaels: "T.J., did you forget who you're talking to?  Perfect is my name!  I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, The Destiny of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Crossover Star that EAW has ever known, and the guy who is so good in the ring, that Millions upon millions of people from around the world, have made me their Hashtag hero, in addition to the undisputed Social Media Champion.  And what's more as president of my Social Media team, it your job to keep me connected to all of them.  Now doesn't that sound cooler than being stuck taking out the trash, and raking up leaves?"


T.J.: "Well Kinda."


Michaels: (Semi-Mockingly) "Well Kinda..."  (normal voice) " come on T.J., I know that it's way more cooler.  Just like I know, that you know, that I'm going to win this Friday night.  Yeah we are going to go out there in front of all my adoring followers in the Smoothie King Center, and we're gonna hear them cheer wildly when I beat the ever loving shit out of those four losers I'm gonna face off against.


First I'm gonna beat up that old bag of bones Donny Diamond so bad, that after this match their gonna skip past the assisted living community he calls home, and drop him off directly at the cemetery, so his body can finally be laid to rest next to his career.  


Then I'm going to put Regulator back in his place, and by that I mean somewhere far away from a wrestling ring.  Now don't get me wrong, the guy can still hang with other ham and eggers in the locker room, but when it comes to the upper echelon of Dynasty, and in particularly me, he just can not cut it anymore.  


And if Lance Hart even bothers to show up for this one, I personally will show him why I am a superstar who get first class treatment every single step of the way, while he slums it in the economy section seats with the other nobodies.  This Friday night, Lance gets the chance to see first hand the talent, that has made me a superstar not only in the world of professional Wrestling, but in every fathomable form of media known to man.  


Oh, and I almost forgot the cherry on top of it all, I get to beat Angelo Brando again.  I can't wait to see the look on that smug, little troll's face when for the third time in a row, he gets left staring up at the light, while I get my hand raised in victory.  No amount of yes men bull crap is going to be able to help him deny the fact that I am better than Angelo in every conceivable way.  


and after this Friday, I'll be on my way to my first piece of championship gold during my Dynasty tenure.  It doesn't matter who the unlucky son of a bitch who has that belt is.  I'll beat them one, two, three in the middle of the ring.  The Mark Michaels era is about to begin on Dynasty, that much is hashtag in the bag.  and it doesn't matter who likes it or not, because I guarantee that Lance, Donny, Reg, Angelo, and even your hater-aid guzzling daddy will soon be picturing THAT!"


Flight Attendant: "Here you are sir."


she says handing the drink to T.J.


Michael: "What do you say T.J.?"


T.J." It's about damn time."


Michaels: "Good boy, now why don;t you head back to your seat."


T.J. nods his head yes, and hurries off.  Michaels checks to make sure he's in his proper place before resuming his selfie session.


FADE TO BLACK.

Lioncross, your damn right this is about professional wrestling. I may not have a good win/loss record but like I said before actions do speak louder than words. Actions like taking out Scott Diamond and kidnapping a future hall of famer Diamond Cage speak louder than words. I may have never pinned Diamond Cage in the middle of the square circle my brother but a torturing and a kidnapping is a victory for the demon daddy. If there is one important thing about "Father" Jay Omen you need to know about, it's that everything happens for a reason in this world. This world maybe fucked up in many ways like school shootings, terrorism attacks like the one in California this past week or even departures to the heavens. But that important thing you need to know is that my mind is like a cell. You maybe thinking in your small little brain of yours that this guy is delusional and needs some professional help but I don't at all. I could ramble on about one thing but truly I'm throwing you off for our match this coming Monday on Battleground. You say the EAW officials want you to showcase your talent on Battleground? Do you know why I'm on Battleground every week, Lioncross? 

The devil himself aka my master is putting me on this show every week to prove all the haters wrong including the Voltage general manager Ashten Cross to prove I have more talent than the other useless talent on this roster, guys like Kerry Keller or Mitchell Street and so on...Do you know who I faced off in the ring for the past couple of months while I have reign supreme here on Monday Night Battleground? No? Well let me go down the list...The Hall of Fame Champion Dark Demon, Hades the Hellraiser, Vance Tybull, Nick Angel, Clark Duncan and more. But the real question is do you know why your on Battleground this week and not Showdown, Lioncross? It's because you are piece of trash...your just a piece of garbage waiting to be open and renewed into something good. You are just simply not good enough, I'm good enough to appear on both Voltage and Battleground some of the weeks. My brother...do you want to stop appearing on Battleground and prove your good enough to hang with the sharks? Follow the light Lioncross, ignore the locker room and especially ignore the fans. Sell your soul...no I mean put the foot into the right direction and join The Omen Family because if you don't it's execution time for you. Lioncross, you keep ignoring the fact that your injured. I know it, the EAW disciples know it, all my brothers and sisters know it and especially deep down inside in your heart you know your injured and you can't perform like you did in CWF. I know the place where you got injured as well...I can target that part of your body and keep hurting it until I injure you again. But you're right about this not being a scripted television show, this isn't a Broadway play. This is a sport that I love and love the fact I get to beat people to a bloody pulp and that's what I'm going to do to you my newly born brother. Face the facts your time is up, make the right decision and follow the light!

Zack Crash is my master and has been my master since day one. Unforgiving pain and misery on my opponents have been dedicated to my master. Zack Crash is not even close to a jackass or a moron. Zack Crash is the reason why I am here today, he saw something in me when I was released from the gates of hell at age seventeen....guess who ordered me to go to Dynasty and challenge someone at House of Glass? My master....Zack Crash, he knew a top guy was going to challenge someone like myself and he knew I could give that someone the biggest fight of his life...Guess what? Alex Anderson couldn't even look himself in the mirror for the rest of his Elite Answers Wrestling career by knowing the demon daddy took him out in his first free per-view victory. If you don't believe me your next in line to suffer more internal suffering from your's truly...the demon daddy will have no problem and sending you where I suffered for over ten years. You see Trent Yoder...I have a deal...NO! I have an order for you my son. 

Let's just say I may have made a deal with Mark Michaels over on Dynasty while I was scouting my new son Greg Ward. Little Yoder may have found the light...and you can as well Trent. You want your son back? Find the light...avoid Hurricane Omen, I AM ORDERING YOU TRENT! FIND THE LIGHT! Follow me Mr. Yoder....now your probably wondering where is Little Yoder at the moment? Well I'll tell you...Mr. Yoder, my first son Ecks is taking good care of Little Yoder in one of our finest caskets. He's locked in there so nobody else can harm him besides me....and I'll tell you a secret Yoder. Little Yoder must be the sacrifice, Little Yoder must find the light upstairs when god can take good care of him. So I'm ordering you Trent Yoder to choose between these options....ONE! Take the beating like a good son and find the light and join The Omen Family. TWO! Take Little Yoder's place and become the sacrifice. THREE! Oh wait...their is no number three because you will be to late when I will burn that casket ringside with Little Yoder inside and it will be too late to save him..The ball is in your court Yoder, we all know you believe in reincarnation. You maybe right it's time to declare war but I'm the one winning the war....Amen! FIND THE LIGHT!

(Cloud walks outside of Mexican Samurai’s building, her arms across her chest. Her facial expression is quite flustered, with her eyes barely looking away from the ground. As the cold November air picks up, she begins to shiver and soon regrets not taking her jacket with her. She finds a nearby bench in an isolated area to sit down. Checking her surroundings, she pulls out an Eris LeCava action figure she found upstairs and places it beside her.)



I never did this before, so bear with me Chibi-Eris (sighs while laughing). I figured if this kind of ‘therapy’ worked for her, I thought ‘hell, might as well give it a shot.’ I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately like this tag match with Haruna, where I stand with Ariana, and my position in EAW, the Hunter family’s ordeals, and…my new friendship with Cailin. And oh yeah, that little moment with Samurai didn’t help either! I don’t know how you do it Chibi Eris-chan, but you manage to keep smiling through your feud with Madison. Even before that you’ve kept a ‘can-do’ attitude. I know I’ve developed a reputation with a similar outlook towards life, but as of lately…I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I love wrestling. Being here in EAW with the best in the world has been a goal of mine since the company has become number one in the industry. Maybe I’m letting personal feelings cloud my judgement…no pun.

(Long sigh)

It’s easier said than done to just simply say ‘stay focused’. This is an industry where you don’t simply go home and leave the world behind. It follows you wherever you go, even post-retirement. Once you’re in, that’s it. The world will judge you based on how many titles you’ve won, who you’ve beaten, and whether or not you’ve shocked and awed the crowd in the process. I have a loyal fan base; the CloudNation is stronger than ever, but…

(Stares up at the cloudy night sky)

I don’t want to lose my momentum after lost at Redemption. The IWC is already questioning whether or not I have what it takes, especially after being put out by one piledriver from Haruna. I got my ass handed to me by the Dollhouse Killers before that, but fans have seen me comeback from worst scenarios to win a match. My win over Madison only balanced out my loss against Serena Ji. As for Haruna, I don’t know what she wants. Even with the title win, she seems distant. Hell, even more distant than before. Maybe she has a hard time trusting people since now there’s a target on her back. As iffy as I feel about her personally, I would feel more comfortable if she opened up a little. Even Samurai is worried. I have to hand it to him though; most men would have walked away after receiving little to no attention from the one they admire. But, after that little moment we had, I saw something in his eyes when he looked at me. It was similar to how he looks at Haruna, but…more primal (shivers). Nobody has ever looked at me like that before Eris-chan. At least, not face to face, eye to eye. When Ariana looks at me, it’s with a passionate vigor. When Cailin looks at me its genuine no strings affection. Aria looks at me as if I’m her older sister and Haruna…well as if either I’m not there, or I’m some kind of obstacle she’s about to knock down.

(Lightly pats Chibi-Eris on the head)

How do you handle your feelings when they’re out of wack? From the look of things, you throw yourself at the mercy of the world, unafraid of what others would think. I used to be very much like that, flying above what the world expects of me, but…some things have been going on recently. Whether they admit it or not, the Hunters are depending on my support. Lauryn’s cancer may go into remission, but the doctors are not completely sure. Serenity started going back to school again, but she’s still as rebellious as ever. I had an idea of what she was referring to when we last discussed her father. Being on the road has its temptations, but Michael loved his children more than anything. He loved me and his students like family as well. 187, the Bogards, Nathan Quinn…we all have Michael Hunter to thank for preparing us. I don’t want to disappoint his memory Eris-chan, nor do I want to be bound by the past.  Right now, I can take off and fly like I always do or I could become another Katie Rotten or Leia Nirvana.

(Stands up and smacks her face a few times)

It’s time to snap out of it Matsuda. The alcohol is getting to you and in two days you’re facing off against Maddie’s lackeys. Haruna will take care of her end; you just have to manage your load. The discussion concerning your ‘alliance’ with her will be discussed afterwards. By Sunday you may be the Vixens Champ Eris-chan. It would be an honor to face off with you if I manage to snag a number one contender spot. It’s a new day for our division and for EAW in general. Cam is kicking ass in the Elitist division, and HBG is one half of the tag champions. I have to talk to Haruna about the tournament too. With her fighting spirit combined with my own, I think our chances of winning are pretty good. Maybe we could talk to James Shields about changing the name…though Sexy Curry is beginning to grow on me.

(Picks up Eris-chan)

I’m going to enjoy beating the mess out of Maria and Erica. They’ve been silent this whole week, probably plotting some kind of way to get over on Haruna and myself. Whatever they’re trying to conjure up, I’m ready for it. I just hope Haruna is too. I do wish she made it to the party. It would have put a smile on Samurai’s face.

(Cloud sighs, and walks back to the building)

Thanks Eris-chan. We should do this again.

PORTLAND, OR
DRAKE'S LANDING ART GALL-
You know what it is. Fuck it.

A TV. A BIIIIIG TV. The latest batch of promos and interviews plays on the big screen. A large La-Z-Boy rests about ten feet away from the screen.  Carson Ramsay's interview just finishes and fades out.


No movement.

The screen turns to static.

Uh...Kenny....

Still nothing.

Kenny?



Fuckin' hell....KENNY!

Kenny Drake is passed out on the La-Z-Boy chair, a chocolate milk in his right hand, a half-burned cigarette in his right. A line of drool comes out of his mouth.

Do we have to wake him up?

KENNY FUCKING DRAKE

Kenny suddenly wakes up and throws his chocolate milk across the room.

AAAAGH ALIENS!!!!

Morning, sunshine.

What happened?

...You fell asleep? Is that really that weird?

Yes. No. What?

You might have had too much Yoohoo.

YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH YOOHOO!!

Kenny looks back at three mustachioed "artists" looking at the paintings. They look back at him with confused eyes.

...WHAT?! YOU CAN'T!!

Kenny turns back to the static screen and frowns.

Did I miss them?

You passed out after Carson's first paragraph.

So I was asleep foooooor....what? Like, an hour?

Pretty much.

That fool talks a looooooooot.

Yes he does, but you have to start taking him seriously.

Who says I'm not?

...I'm in your head, idiot. You haven't thought about him at all.

Ok, I'm not. I will now.

Good. Ramsay is a serious threat, no matter what anybody says about him. He's far too talented for us to look past him. Hell, we should shoot to get rid of him first. What about the rest of them?

Kenny's asleep again.

Awwww...so cute...

FUCKTARD! WAKE UP!

Kenny groans as he sits up, flicking the finished cigarette in a random direction.

You are such a pain the fuckin' ASS, Voice! God dammit, WHAT?!

What about the other competitors?

In?

Kenny suddenly clutches his head and falls over, screaming in pain.

GOD DAMN YOU!!

TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!

MAKE ME!!

Again, Kenny clutches at his temples as he rolls into a fetal position. More screams of pain. Kenny finally lets go of his head and lies face down on the floor

I hate you...I hate you so much....

Shut up. We need to strategize for this Shock Collar Battle Royal.

Ok then...asshole voice...

What's your gameplan for Carson Ramsay?

I'm gonna marinate the steaks for Twenty-Four hours, then I'll season the mashed pota-

CARSON Ramsay

Right. I'm going to eliminate him first. Then Nick Angel from Hot Fuzz, then the rest. Save Piff Fumador for last and see if I can bribe him with some Headband OG.

You need a better plan than that, KD.

Well, that's all I got, voice. You figure it out...








....ok, you figured it out.

Wasn't that hard.

That's what she said.

Good Lord....

Kenny slowly stands and sits back down in the La-Z-Boy Recliner. He lights a cigarette and takes a slow drag off it.

Carson Ramsay...

Yeah, exactly. That's wh-

No, not...I'm not talking to you. I'm doing a thing.

Oh, gotcha.

Carson Ramsay...Carson...Ramsay...Car...son...Ram...say.

Yeah, I'm trying, buddy. I'm trying to fear you. Really, I am.

But...I just keep thinking of your profile picture on the EAW Roster page. You with your little face...looking like an angry kid...

You have a real Punch Face, ya know? Just one of those faces you wanna punch and punch and punch until it's just weird pink goo on your wankin' hand. It's hard to fear a punch face.

But...I mean, shit, kid. You just can't seem to get my name out of your mouth.

GOOD! Get used to saying it, cos I'm gonna be around for longer than your daddy was.

Voice, what did he say?

He saaaaaaaiiiiiid...and I quote:



Kenny sits back in his chair, staring at the wall. He smirks a little before taking another drag off his cigarette.

Well...Voice...you wanted me to take this seriously...

I do.

Ok, then...

Carson...do you think this is a joke? Do...do you actually think this brain trauma is all just...snake-oil sales?

Motherfucker, this is MY LIFE! The voice isn't a fucking gimmick, boy! It's a God Damn reality I have to face every single waking moment! Do you think I asked for a fucking brain injury in Japan so I can say, "Oh, what a great idea this is!" later on down the line? Do you think waking up and hearing a God damn VOICE TELLING YOU HORRIBLE THINGS IS JUST FOR SHOW?! I used to be a good, kind person. I used to care about what I did and who I did it to.

Then one kick to the head, and I become a fuckin' killer.

'Oh, what a clever concept. Shame it's the only thing you have going for you.' Oh, suck! A! Dick! Like YOU'RE anything special, sweetheart. I have seen, fought, and beaten COUNTLESS people that look and act exactly like you since the day I emerged from the womb. YOU, Mr. Ramsay...are nothing short of a lackluster attempt at beating a dead horse, and for that, I say, FUCK. YOU.

Honestly, the only thing I understood was your little shit-talk on me. Everything else just sounded like verbal queefs.

Wigger d-bag.

Jameson Royale!

....I actually kinda like you...you're like a weird backwoods version of my cousin. The rambling and the beard and no mustache...yeah...

I'm gonna kill ya, but I won't be happy about it.

Cutie.

Next up is-

I KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!!

Piff Fumador...Piff, baby...

Piff, I'm at a crossroads with you, sweetheart. I am. On one road, I like ya. I like the cut of your J-I-B, my man. Smoke that shimya till you pass out.

And on the OTHER road...you didn't give me the time of day...no shout outs? Threats? Observations?

Wait...Voice, did he?

Nope.

Ok, then. So you make this whole hoopla about people overlooking the greatest luchador in EAW history, and yet...you completely overlook me.

Piff, don't get it twisted: I respect and admire your ability. You are first class in the ring, on the mic, and on the pipe.

But don't take my kindness as overlooking you, sonny. You should be seeing it as "This motherfucker knows me really, really well and is probably gonna break my leg." You should be seeing this as, "I should look out for Kenny Fuckin' Drake."

BUT...rest assured, once we're outside of the ring, I'm your man, Stan! I'll preroll a solid blunt for us to share after the Battle Royal as a sign of good tidings.

So generous of you.


Nick Angel.

I don't know you. You don't know me.

But apparently, everyone in this match has a hard-on for you, so...I guess you make my list, dontcha?

I can see that you and Carson Ramsay have your problems with each other - I mean...who wouldn't with Slim Jesus over there - but I think you need to start caring less about what Mr. FUBU thinks, and more about what I'm going to do to you in that ring at Shock Value. You appear to be the Number One man in this thing, and all the odds seem to be for you.

You know that makes you Target Number One, right?

The rest of the douchebags in this match will probably gun for you, but I am sure you can take them.

But once I shatter your tibia bone with a well placed kick, and you crumple to the mat...you're gonna look up into these cold, Blue eyes...and you're going to realize something:

You.
Fucked.
Up.

Kenny takes a final drag off his cigarette and flicks it behind him. He blows the smoke out as he stares into the camera.

The rest of you? I'll get to you eventually. I'm sure you all have some wise-ass, half-assed retort planned...

But tomorrow night? Those words won't matter.

The only words y'all will be saying Saturday night?

"Somebody. Please. Help. Me."

Kenny stands and grabs his leather jacket off a nearby table.

My name is Kenny Drake.

I am from Portland, Oregon.

And you're all fuckin' dead.

Kenny suddenly steps back and delivers a SUPERKIIIIIIIICK to the camera, which immediately goes to

black.

Carson....Carson....Carson, when The Franchise Demon's days were numbered and I knew I was being sent back to my origin. I knew my soul was being dragged out of my body and I knew my soul was being dragged all the way to the grave...I was in that spotlight but minute by minute....hour by hour....the light was moving farther and farther away from me. The temperature began to rise and I felt the burning sensation around my whole body. The bright white light began to turn red...that light red turned into a darker red and moments went on when the flesh of The Franchise Demon began to scream and burn in agony. The old body would suffer and cry until the reckoning was over. And within moments The Franchise Demon was known as a myth...walk out the door Franchise Demon, walk right back in "Father" Jay Omen. When I rose from the grave I could see the light at the end of the tunnel...the brightness of the white light returned and the hotness went away. At House of Glass in my hometown of Long Island, the day that The Omen Dynasty was born...people need to realize that internal suffering is upon the future of Elite Answers Wrestling...time is up for trash talking, it's time to prove that their is no hope....NO MERCY! You want to visit the depths of internal hell? Fine be my first victim Carson...make the right choice, take the internal suffering, take the punishment my son. This isn't eight mile...this is time for The Omen Dynasty to reborn, I remember like it was yesterday. Felt like I was sleep walking and felt like there was a sharp object in my hand and I was just angry and was just keep moving my right arm and heard screaming and...next thing I knew I was crying and closing my eyes and covering my ears. For years upon years I was feeling frustration that I couldn't let out, I was stuck in one room until I was seventeen...foster care was just the worst time of my life, they told me foster care is happy and I would be hanging out with other children but they were dead wrong....

Carson you want me to do something about it? I will gladly do something about it....the story isn't some drama bullshit I made up. It's all real, A HUNDRED AND TWENTY PERCENT REAL! This Saturday Night in Las Vegas, the laughing stock ends....internal suffering for the EAW Roster begins! Get your last good night sleep because it will be the last one you will ever get. Get ready for the bright light to turn into a dark red and hot room for months and years to come...I will take that cane that's slathered in my own blood and add your own blood to it...just stick it in your eyes until you can no longer see for the rest of your damn life. I'll make a joke out of you easily this coming Saturday in the Shock Collar Battle Royal....son don't be disrespectful to daddy and make the right choice and enjoy the internal suffering or else hell commences on your soul! Piff you wish you were on drugs this coming Saturday because the fun and games are over....want to know the truth Elite Answers Wrestling? FINE I'LL TELL YOU THE DAMN TRUTH! ALL THIS TIME I WAS LYING, ALL THIS TIME I WAS BLAMING THE DEATH OF MY PARENTS ON EVERYONE ELSE! I WAS THE ONE THAT DID IT, I SUFFERED FOR TOO LONG AND I SUFFERED EVEN MORE IN PRISON UNTIL THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN! MAKE A JOKE OUT OF ME MORE AND MORE BECAUSE THE DRAGON IS FINALLY OUT AND IS READY TO CONSUME DINNER. NO FUCKING MERCY AND FIGHT THE LIGHT!

 
Can you all sense that? It’s the innate hunger from four women who are fighting for one prize. No, not a title, but the chance to fight for a title. But you might not glean that just from hearing what each of us has had to say about one another or even directly towards one another. That’s because this is the EAW Vixen division in 2015, at least the last half of 2015 especially. We don’t just toy around with each other, we go straight to war. If you aren’t ready for war, you best get out and find something else you’re good at. Find somewhere else to go hang your half ass hat. Anything any of us did prior to coming here, we can throw it out the window. This is the best women’s division in the world and we show week in and week out that we can back that claim up. No one should be surprised by four women turning into feral animals and going right at each other just for the chance to fight for a title. Not if they’ve been paying attention. I know personally that I show up here each and everyday, bringing the same passion and pride for this company and myself, and I will never waiver from that. You’ll never see me wallowing in personal despair. I take my losses, my lumps, disappointing as they are, turn them into lessons and keep pushing forward. I’ve learned what so few have, and that’s embracing my strengths and understanding my weaknesses, as well as admitting my flaws. Everytime someone sees my name on a card, they know I’m an instant threat. Whether I’m facing Hexa-gun, or challenging for a new title in a 7-woman scramble, you will always find people picking me. It’s not because I’m developing myself as a fan favorite, it’s because I’m building a reputation. Whether it’s in the ring, or outside of it, everyone knows they’re going to get everything I have to offer.
 
Aria Jaxon knows she can expect it. She knows what it’s like to fight against the best and beat the best. And she knows what it’s like to come so close and fail. I questioned where her head is at going into another match with title implications, but she chooses to bring up and compare our performances against the Heart Break Gal. You’re right, we’re the only ones who have really done anything against her. Except, you didn’t give me the same respect in terms of my own performance with her. You talk of you and Brett’s victory over them, by roll-up pin, like you achieved above and beyond anything I could do. Maybe I overlooked your match, but you must’ve completely missed mine. I went to war with her, verbally, for an entire week, and when it came down to meeting in the ring, I dished out moves on her with an aggression and a focus she wasn’t ready for. She took me to be worthless standing on the same side of the ring as the Iconomy. And I proved her wrong. I let my talent do the speaking. I took her out of that match, kicked her off the apron when she tried to return and I had Luzmala, one of the largest beats the Elitists have, pinned 1-2-3 before Hexa-gun interfered in the last fraction of a second. Your detractors don’t hold a candle to me when I’m speaking to you one-on-one. I voiced honest concern. I’m not so concerned that I would allow myself to take you for granted in a match of this magnitude, or any magnitude. I’m too much of a competitor to allow that to happen. But I know how disappointing it must be to beat Madison for a month leading up to the big match, just to have her take you down. I’m not telling you that you’re only focusing on that, but I imagine as you focus on the possibility of having another title shot, the idea of not screwing it up is at least lingering. But I know you, you’re that rough and tough takes no shit girl that isn’t bothered by anything. You just moved the fuck on and put it in your past, right? I never said your loss will cripple you, but I am saying that it happened and you have to think about it. The difference is whether it brings motivation, or destruction. I was so sure you would walk into House of Glass and out of there with a win. I was shocked when Madison pulled off that win. If you say you aren’t coming out with a chip on your shoulder, though, so be it. I’ll believe you, just like you believed and trusted in me as a tag partner. But believe me when I tell you that we aren’t so different. I come ready to go no matter the elements of a match. It doesn’t matter that this is a standard fatal four-way. I’m not looking to make an example out of anyone in this match, I’m just coming to win the damn thing. And because we’re so similar, you know exactly what that means. There will be no easy win for anyone. You have to come into this match and beat me, and it will be tougher than you’ve ever imagined.
 
The story with you, Ariana, will never change. It’s so perfect for you to be in this situation so everyone can get the ex-lovers quarrel that they want. Except nobody even cares about that, but you. You’ve become a blip on the radar, even for Haruna herself, as she has left you in the past and moved forward. The funny thing is she proved she was better without you. She’s improved in spite of you and made Vixens history at Redemption. Maybe that was her Redemption for dealing with you. I don’t understand how you can hate her so much? Is it just the narrative you choose to inflict into this conflict you it appears that you have a good reason to be involved? You open your mouth time after time and spew out so much hot garbage and then say everything I say back is a fabrication. All I can do is guess until you choose to elaborate on the whole story. But anyone who listens to you blabber on about Haruna time after time is going to pose the same questions that I do, and they will come to the same solutions that I did without the proper answers. You see, at this point I’m not sure anything you have to say on the situation can even be taken as the truth. Mostly because I don’t remember you being so bent backwards over this until Haruna held gold. It really does feel like you are not only hung up on her, but jealous of what she’s managed to accomplish now that she doesn’t have to answer to you in any way. I’ll be honest with you Ms. Latin Heat, half the shit you say doesn’t make a bit of sense. But thank you for being “nice” to me and letting me know what I already imagined to be true. Do you think you telling me Haruna wanted to sleep with me and have us all be some kind of big friends means anything to me? This is all part of your own personal drama that affects you and her. I was never a willing participant in any of the fantasies that girl dreamt up. You say you hate people who act one way and treat people another like that’s some subtle hint about me. I generally treat people the way they treat me and they way they do my friends. And straight up, I’m just a competitor through and through. I don’t like you because you’re annoying and I’m tired of hearing about your love gone wrong. You’re so high on your performance on the B side of the Empress of Elite tournament. I’ll be sure to show you the intensity you missed from the A side. You know, the side that featured three current champions.
 
Just like Aria, I’m much more of a fan of what Serena is doing. Even though she’s been more quiet, she comes into this match just wanting to fight her ass off and get a title shot. This isn’t about ex-lovers for her. She’s just trying to prove herself when so many people aren’t giving her a shot. I already told all three of the women in this match with me, anyone can win. Even though it’s just four of us in a squared circle, there will be enough chaos that anything can happen at just the right time. When it comes down to it, it doesn’t matter who you’ve fought recently, or who dumped you or how long you’ve been here. In the end, it’s going to come down to who’s the most determined and who can survive at just the right points. At the end of the day, it’s going to come down to who really wants it most and who is truly deserving of being the next Specialist Champion.